Oh wow! I realized I never posted this over here. Shame on me. Written for the Summer '11 Smut Week at Zutarotica. Short and sweet and very M.
Day 1 – Honor
"What do you say?" Katara demanded. She sat primly on the throne of the Fire Lord with only a thin robe covering her bare form. Her eyes were cast downward at the naked kneeling man patiently waiting at her feet. His pale head bowed in honor of his lady, the wrappings from her breasts now tied around his neck like the dog he was. He had already been stripped of his clothing, brought to his knees via her commands. He loved this game and so did his Fire Lady. It was nice to not be in charge for a moment in time.
"Please, my mistress," he husked, "Let me."
"Let you what?" Heated amber eyes flicked up then away. His pride on the line, at her mercy. He wanted to touch her; he wanted her to touch him. His honor long gone to her demands. "Let you what?" she repeated tugging on the "leash" to remind him who was boss.
He crawled closer forcing her to spread her legs to accommodate him. It was a start. He licked his lips in anticipation. "Touch you. "
"Have you been good?" she grinned. He nodded enthusiastically. Oh, please, please, please!
Katara sighed, "Very well then." She spread her legs further pointing to her inner thigh, "Kiss me here." Gladly. Lips pressed against the flesh, nipping and licking, suckling until the bruise started to form. Up and down her leg she went, ankles, feet, toes, knees, calves, hips. "Now here," pointing to the place he loved the most, "Make me come. If you don't, I'll have to punish you." Not that she would have to. They both knew full well the magic his mouth could perform, heated breath against heated wet flesh, flicking and tasting, as she tried desperately to maintain her composure but once he drew the clit between his teeth she was done. Drawing out her orgasm for as long as he could, she finally ripped his head away from her body, still shaking and panting from what he had done. Fingers tight in his hair she drew him up her body to lap at his lips savoring the flavor of herself on him. "Now fuck me," she whispered against his lips.
Zuko grinned back at her, "It would be my honor, milady."
I'll be honest, there was a photograph of a statue at some Danish museum that inspired this. Unfortunately I can't find the image or what the statue is called now but the woman was stand up straight in a chair and the man was knelt before her. If you know which one this is, I'd love to know.